Up and down one white: one white, all white.
Moral: (the lake) is full of ice flowers condensed by water vapor, and the sky and clouds, mountains and water are integrated into one, and it is white.
Translation:
In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. After the early morning of this day, I rowed a boat, wore a leather coat and took a stove, and went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. The lake is full of ice flowers condensed by water vapor, and the sky and clouds, mountains and water are one integrated mass, and it is white. The (clear) shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long dike, the outline of a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two or three figures on my boat.
When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw two people sitting opposite. They had already laid the felt. A boy is cooking wine in the wine stove. (They) were very happy to see me and said, "How can you meet such an (elegant) person in the lake!" Take me to drink with you. I drank three large glasses and said goodbye (to them). Ask them what their surnames are and learn that they are from Jinling and live here. After getting off the boat, the boatman muttered, "Don't say" xianggong "is stupid, there are people like you!"